one by one
the men walked
in and out of her life
and one by one, the tears fell
slowly engraving soggy memories
of love and all its consequences

never understanding
the first step to finding true love
is learning how to love yourself
only holding on through the pain
because she’s afraid to be alone
and mostly, they only stayed
because they had no where else to go

never had an experience of true passion
the love was hardly there
when it was – it wasn’t returned
her heart has been burned to the core
(now dubbed a love whore)
but she doesn’t want to give up hope
that one day what’s “real” in fantasy
will become real in reality

(((the fallacy lies within her own mind)))

I don’t know how to help her